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Tonight I was in a recording studio in Chelsea and someone put on Frank Ocean. I didn’t really know any of the people I was with very well, besides one friend who was slouched on the ground and seeming pretty ready to leave. We had been promised a party but everyone was just lying around stoned, blowing out cigarette smoke. The people we came with were edgy, they knew it wasn’t going anywhere. I heard them leave while I was in the bathroom. The soundtrack fit perfectly.